A pair of eyes glowed in pitch darkness
Like two emeralds set on a black foil
The tabby cat paced across the doorway
Her tail, curled at her back like a coil
With soft steps, she crossed the aisle
And ventured out looking for a prey
She didn't meow or make any sound
Beyond the house she opted out to stray
The house with its premises was her domain
With glowing eyes that were cold as ice
She padded up and down the drive way
Looking for some unsuspecting mice
The night was still and not a leaf fluttered
The moon was a paling silver disc in the West
In her sharp ears, fell the faint sound
Of the nuzzling of fledglings in a nest
Sensing there was chance to spot a prey
Agile and alert she looked around
Down she slid along the steep wall
Following the trail of that faint sound
She arched her back into a curve
And moved closer and closer to the hedge
She saw three birdies like dressed chicken
Snuggling in an open nest at the edge
Bare of plumage, they were like pieces of flesh
And too young for fight or flight
Their mother had sadly flown away
Never expecting them to be in such a plight
The cat carefully raising itself on hind legs
Poised bristling for the measured kill
With claws sharp, she pounced upon her prey
And in a second all was silent and still
Unable to flap their wings or make a sound
They yielded to the needle claws of steel
When the mother bird alights with worms in her beak
Who can gauge the depth of pain she would feel!
The question arises why God depended one's life on the prey of another's life? If it all is planned why did he made such a plan? Nature is ancient, is nature the God? Is nature deaf, dumb and blind? Is life an accident or its's an ignored bye product? Who knows and who can reply!
A wonderfully written poem, Valsa. You captured a vignette of reality in striking imagery. I like my friend, Akhtar's comment. What a cruel world, with such violence by humans and savagery by animals. At least the animals do it for survival and not greed.
Verily, a heart touching poem, a good description of the cat's prowling....10
Such an interesting thrilling story. I remember in our summer house we saved a small fledgling from cat, then it flied away, then was sitting in grass and a fat cat came again - and I just went to look and caught this fat cat! Nature knows no compassion!
It is a sad story touchingly executed. The creation of God is wonderful. He has created the predator as well as prey. The last Stanza' is much impressive. A brilliant poem amazingly shared.10/10
Excellent poem.The last lines of last two stanzas make us feel deep about the grievous event took place and the grief immeasurable of the mother bird.
A perfect relay of a hunting act with minute details in it. Liked the exact picturing of hunting, a fact though maybe cruel.
You captured the picture in all its detail. It is the story of predator and prey. Life seeks a balance in the wild.
Finally it is the survival of the fittest.The words captivated me at every bend. The story is simple but you made the poem spellbound by sketching a raw account of the little helpless babies and the feline creature. I could clearly visualize the anguish of the mother, the alarm of the birds and the callous cat devouring its prey. I loved this one.Characters brilliantly and skillfully described. Lines animating. Poem Outstanding! LOVED IT!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully written and so vividly capturing the hunting act of a cat with a subtle poignant touch at the close.